Vague Love
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I have no words
To embellish the exterior
Of love
For like a spring bud
It blooms with pride
Cherishing illusions
Of longevity
I have no words
To paint and polish
The scratched surface
Of a love
Steeped in escapism
Relying on evasions
Till the lovers are lost
Without a clue
Where the footsteps are heading
I have no words
For a love
That has an empty interior
Of a deserted home
Without confessions
And vows.
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